So, I was raising money for a young lady's mother who got stabbed to death last week. && I got the urge to write. Once my pen hit the notepad it was ON. I didn't even feel like I was writing. Almost like it wasn't me && I feel like I need to share it. This is the best place to do so. So here goes!!



I could act like the coldest person
But my heart runs on warm blood,
Sometimes we hide our emotions, but it's wiser to let them out
But if a person wore their heart on their sleeve all the time,
That wouldn't be the healthiest thing to do
Unless, the right person notices,
I could well be a win, win.

Everybody complains about living in a cold world,
but would it be cold if we didn't act like we didn't care about out souls?
Often times we listen to the guy on the left, instead of the right,
yes, the devil and not the angel.
Then we wonder why we always end up having to fight,
fight for our sanity and our peace
Putting our loved ones through grief after grief.

We need to buckle the hell up,
Before it's to late,
before we claim a loss to a cold soul
And a demon clothed in fire and brimstone!







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